Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other 

When Lin Xuanyan came up from the underground dark room, the sky suddenly darkened. The purple-haired girl and he both looked up and saw the azure blue sky turning into a dark, turbid yellow, slowly spinning like a whirlpool. 

Dust gradually began to flutter in the air, swirling toward the center of the sky. The towering city walls around were slightly distorted by the wind, like water shadows floating in the wind in the center of a lake. 

Lin Xuanyan stood side by side with the purple-haired girl. He lowered his head and looked at the girl who was slightly shorter than him, feeling a sense of familiarity. 

His fiancée five hundred years ago had purple hair. 

But he couldn't find any similarity in this delicate and pretty girl. Maybe it was just a coincidence? 

Before I could think about it, the smile on the purple-haired girl's face was fleeting. 

Before she opened her mouth, Lin Xuanyan also felt the chill from the wind on his back. He tiptoed on the ground, leaned forward, grabbed the purple-haired girl's sleeve, and swept his body. The two of them spun sideways. At the same time, a long, black wind as fierce as a knife brushed Lin Xuanyan's back, like cold water breaking his back, and the chill permeated his whole body. 

The purple-haired girl quickly raised her left hand and pointed behind him. A beam of light like silk burst out from her palm sword. Lin Xuanyan suddenly became alert, but the beam of light just brushed past his head. Then, there was a sound of explosion behind him. 

Lin Xuanyan glanced back and saw a huge stone-like humanoid monster with its head chopped off. 

Wherever he looked, the whole city was in turmoil. No matter in the sky or underground, there were evil spirits and ghosts appearing from time to time. Ghosts and monsters appeared everywhere with vicious eyes, as if they were ready to eat anyone at any time. 

Lin Xuanyan and the purple-haired girl exchanged glances. At this moment, Lin Xuanyan's body had not yet fully recovered and his fighting power was weak. She also saw the boy's dilemma at the moment, but she didn't say a word. As her fingers flicked the bullet, fireworks flew out like a bundle of satin. Smoke and dust rose in front of her eyes, obscuring her vision. 

She grabbed Lin Xuanyan's arm with her backhand, and then she leaped up, and the two of them flew away into the distance. 

The smoke and dust did not seem to be able to provide a shielding effect. The ghosts immediately broke through the smoke and dust, turning into extremely sharp winds and rushing towards them. 

Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath, made hand gestures, and white light slashed out to help block the pursuit. 

There were dark shadows circling in the sky, and it was hard to tell whether they were vultures or hawks. 

In the shadow of the tall tower, ghosts emerged one after another, wrapping themselves in black wing membranes like bats, with dark red eyes that were cold and eerie. 

The most fatal thing was still the stone puppets that kept coming out from the ground. Those puppets were of different sizes, not very powerful but extremely difficult to deal with, especially when there were too many of them. 

The gravel under my feet arched up, and a strange stone object broke out. 

The girl leaped high up, her figure like a wild goose, her long purple hair fluttering like wings, her figure folded into an extremely graceful arc, the light between her green sleeves was like a tide, colliding left and right, clearing a path. 

The broken stones flew all the way, and the broken stones fell into the air and turned into shadows, which were then dispersed by the breeze. 

Lin Xuanyan looked back and saw that the countless towering city buildings were shaking like shadows in the water, and gradually faded away. 

There was no loud noise of collapse, and all destruction was as casual and silent as a spring breeze blowing across the fields. 

Lin Xuanyan turned around and was shocked, because he found that a lotus flower had grown in front of the purple-haired girl! 

It was a seven-petal snow lotus, clearly a supreme holy light, but it did not have the slightest air of keeping people away. 

It seems that he is from the same clan as Lu Jiajing, but he has taken a completely different path. 

For a moment he was at a loss as to what to do. 

The snow lotus led the way, its light was silvery bright, making the girl's eyebrows and eyes look like snow. 

A white rainbow swept across the green embroidered robe, and dozens of monsters were shattered into dust after one sleeve. 

This strange city is like an upside-down phantom in the sea, evaporating madly. 

The sky is filled with white clouds like the sea, the waves are vast and the golden light flashes from time to time, as if there are gods appearing. 

Countless Yin beasts attacked from all directions. The purple-haired girl waved her hand and cut them off. At the moment their bodies were broken into pieces, a lot of silver-black juice spurted out. 

He kept cutting and advancing along the way, and there was always a moment when he couldn't avoid it, and his green sleeves were stained with a lot of black juice. 

The girl looked at the black stain on the green dress, and her noble features showed an undisguised disgust. 

The two of them ran away, and the purple-haired girl suddenly slowed down. She quickly glanced at Lin Xuanyan: "What's going on now?" 

The question was naturally about his physical condition. Lin Xuanyan had been nourishing his Qi Palace along the way and had recovered a lot. He nodded silently and grabbed the purple-haired girl's wrist. Unexpectedly, the girl said, "This is too slow. Carry me! Follow the lotus closely." 

Lin Xuanyan was slightly stunned. He didn't say anything, and quickly carried the girl on his back. The girl finally got a rest. Her originally slightly red face instantly lost its color, and her face turned pale. She kept panting, and her chest rose and fell. At this moment, their chests were close to each other, and Lin Xuanyan could naturally feel her physical condition. He thought, since you couldn't hold on for a long time, why didn't you tell me? 

The purple-haired girl also felt resentful. Why didn't you ask me if I was tired after walking so far? 

In fact, the running all the way just now did not affect the girl's physical strength too much, but the sticky and disgusting juice was the real problem. 

At first she didn't take it seriously, but soon she discovered that those things could erode the body's spiritual power. Ordinary people might be fine if they touched them, but her cultivation method was most sensitive to these yin and damp things. 

She was very unwell. 

Lin Xuanyan led her to flee in the direction indicated by the lotus. The aura of the city became weaker and weaker. The girl's green sleeves hung in front of her like two large banana leaves. 

He held the girl's thighs, and the purple-haired girl's thighs were unnaturally tight, obviously resisting. 

This dead city that suddenly came alive was like a group of demons dancing. Indescribable gloomy auras surged from all directions. Lin Xuanyan's innate sword energy burst out in all directions, cutting through the thick fog and smoke. The moment the black shadows touched the sword energy, they were chopped into pieces and turned into wisps of smoke. 

They didn't know where the enemy came from, nor where to escape to. The snow lotus was the only firefly that led the way in this world. 

The two ran wildly through the city. Lin Xuanyan ran for nearly a breath, and his body paused slightly. Suddenly, a blue lake appeared in front of him. The lake was calm and peaceful, like an eye that had just opened. The lotus flew towards the other side of the lake. 

The purple-haired girl was also shocked. She immediately gathered her mind and forcibly pulled back the lotus that was moving away, but the lotus did not react and flew straight to the other side of the lake. 

Her mind was moved, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. 

Lin Xuanyan's shoulder felt slightly wet, and then he smelled a hint of blood. 

He frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" 

The purple-haired girl pursed her lips and said nothing. Her blood-stained lips were bright red and charming, like a blood-stained withered cherry blossom. 

Her eyes moved slightly, a little unhappy, wondering if there was something you didn't know? 

The girl said angrily: "Catch up with Lotus! Otherwise we won't be able to get out!" 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the clear lake with a solemn look. His previous experience on the covered bridge left him with lingering fears. The lake water was strange and unusual, and he could not see through it, so he naturally did not dare to move rashly. 

The girl said coldly: "If you don't dare to chase me, I will chase you myself." Then she struggled to get off Lin Xuanyan's back. 

Lin Xuanyan held her thighs tightly with his arms, "Don't move!" 

Her thighs were a little painful from being clamped, and there was a hint of resentment between the girl's eyebrows. Just as she was about to explode, Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath and jumped up, with the sound of wind whistling in his ears. 

The moment they jumped up, both of them were a little annoyed, because at that moment, a huge oval black shadow emerged from the water. 

After a brief panic, the girl quickly calmed down. A white light ignited in her hand, falling like a snowy silk thread, and pierced towards the black shadow. 

The girl exclaimed and looked at Lin Xuanyan in surprise. 

The moment she attacked, Lin Xuanyan had already slashed out invisible and sharp light and shadows, exploding countless complex patterns on the water surface. 

How come he reacted so quickly? 

The girl bit her lip, feeling slightly ashamed for her momentary panic. 

The bright red blood spread on the water, like ink spilled in clear water. 

More and more black shadows appeared on the water surface. Their heads slowly rose from the water, and their eyes, as clear as spirit beads, condensed into a line. 

"Mirage?" The girl was slightly surprised: "Isn't this a monster unique to the Moon Sea? Why have so many of them evolved here?" 

Lin Xuanyan didn't say anything. 

Although he had the idea of ​​retreating when countless black shadows appeared in the water, he did not know when a thick fog rose above the water, blocking his way. 

Since there is no way out, we have to fight our way out. 

His sleeves swelled up like the wind, and two sharp and overwhelming sword lights appeared between his sleeves. 

He whispered something and held on tight. 

The body then spiraled away, and two sword lights followed the rotation of the body, stirring across the water like a tornado, with a terrifying momentum. 

The purple-haired girl grabbed his neck tightly and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a little annoyed. 

What annoyed him was not that the two of them were in danger and their lives were in danger, but why he could make such a quick decision in the face of danger, without even thinking about why the mirage monster appeared here. 

Lin Xuanyan naturally didn't know what the girl was thinking, and the girl didn't know that he didn't think too much just because he lacked knowledge. During the years when Lin Xuanyan traveled the world with his sword, he never cared about where the monsters were from, or whether they were rare monsters on the verge of extinction. If they blocked his way, he would just kill them with his sword. 

The surface of the water was filled with floating corpses and pieces of flesh. Large patches of blood had dyed the originally clear lake surface a bloody color. The floating mist was also filled with blood, and the wet, fishy smell was pungent and unpleasant. 

And those mirage monsters continued to emerge from the water one after another, breathing in and out mist. 

The bloody mouth is full of sharp triangular teeth. 

"What's wrong with you?" The girl clearly felt that his figure had slowed down. 

Lin Xuanyan said softly: "I feel a little dizzy." 

The girl was surprised and said: "Hold your breath, don't inhale the mist exhaled by these mirage monsters, they can confuse people's minds!" 

Lin Xuanyan immediately held his breath, thinking, "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you knew this?" 

The girl was also surprised, thinking, "I see you are so capable, why don't you even know something as simple as this?" 

A bloody path was indeed opened up on the water surface. 

The mirage monsters were intelligent and clever, and the corpses of their companions made them dare not move forward any further. They just wandered on the water surface not far away, with mist coming out of their mouths, waiting for an opportunity to attack. 

Human power will eventually run out. 

The sword energy was still gushing out from between Lin Xuanyan's sleeves, but the momentum was obviously weaker. 

"I can't carry it anymore." Lin Xuanyan said bluntly. 

The girl's face was still somewhat pale. 

The moment Lin Xuanyan stepped on the head of a huge mirage monster, the girl pressed his shoulders, bent her arms and used the force to leap up, as nimble as an antelope crossing a cliff. 

Lin Xuanyan pushed his right foot downwards and leaped up, just brushing past the purple-haired girl. At that moment, he actually smelled a faint fragrance. 

But birth and death are but a moment. 

At the moment when their figures intersected, a huge mirage emerged from the water and pounced on them like a fierce dragon raising its head. 

The two raised their hands at the same time and brought them down at the same time. Two completely different auras slashed out from their palms, but they drew the same arc. 

It seems like an innate tacit understanding. 

The scales on the mirage monster's steel-hard head exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and it fell to the water with a wail. 

The lake was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up the body of the mirage monster in an instant without causing the slightest ripple. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly remembered the scene on the covered bridge, and he remembered that pair of eyes. 

"This may not be lake water." Lin Xuanyan suddenly said. 

The girl was slightly startled: "What is that?" 

"Sea of ​​consciousness!" 

Maybe she didn't hear clearly or didn't understand, the girl turned her head away, her already pale face showing even more shock. 

After a moment, the girl shook her head slightly: "How can I enter the sea of ​​consciousness? And where can I find such a vast sea of ​​consciousness?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer. His figure gradually descended and floated above the water. 

When he closed his eyes, his spiritual power spread out in all directions. Wherever his spiritual power reached, it was like a real shadow. 

The surrounding water looked like ice under the reflection of divine consciousness. 

Lin Xuanyan regained his consciousness, looked at the girl with flying purple hair, and said in a deep voice: "A thousand years ago, an extremely secret but tragic war took place on the shore of the Moon Sea. It seemed that the war was deliberately concealed by all parties, so very few people knew the truth. And I heard that the purpose of that war was to hunt down the king of the mirage monster in the Moon Sea." 

"Mirage monsters usually live deep in the sea and rarely show themselves to people. The wonder of mirage is also rare to see once in a hundred years. Why would you spend so much effort to hunt down a mirage monster king?" The girl was puzzled. 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer directly, he just said seriously: "The location we are in right now may be inside the body of this mirage monster." 

The girl was shocked, and her mind raced. If this was true, then those collapsed shadows, the gloomy monster, this strange lake, and the mirage monster that was unique to the Moon Sea in the lake all seemed to have an explanation. 

But everything is still too bizarre. 

Who could have created such a bizarre thing inside the corpse of a mirage monster? 

And what is their purpose? 

Lin Xuanyan pondered: "Maybe they want to cover up something." 

The girl lowered her eyelashes and began to ponder. 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "Don't think about these things for now. What we need to do now is just to break through this sea of ​​consciousness." 

He closed his eyes and a sword appeared in his mind. 

The sword hovers above the heart lake, ancient and mysterious. 

The girl also closed her eyes, and there was only a crystal clear lotus on the lake of her heart. 

The lake water that had been so calm suddenly began to boil and surge, as if it was resisting their actions. 

The mirage monsters also sensed the danger, and their huge figures retreated one after another, as if they were trying their best to avoid the two people. 

The sword and the snow lotus broke through the air, shining brightly on each other, illuminating the lake and the five hundred years of quiet time. 

But at this moment, the young girls and boys all sat in meditation and forgot about themselves, without any visualization. 

In the sea of ​​consciousness, shadows collapsed, and there was grief everywhere. 

After an unknown amount of time, they both opened their eyes at the same time and looked into each other's eyes. 

His eyes were like a pond of water that had been silent for a thousand years, or like an inkstone filled with ancient ink. 

Her eyes were like the misty mountains, the fresh rain after the clear sky, the moonlight in the alley, showing their nobility. 

... 

The gods in heaven were fighting in chaos, and sometimes warriors were banished to the human world. The shining golden armor dimmed and shattered as soon as it touched the ground. 

Lu Jiajing looked at a golden-armored warrior who had just landed at his feet. At this moment, the warrior's golden light disappeared, revealing snow-white hair and red eyes. It lay on its back on the ground, its huge back covered in blood and flesh. It desperately turned its head and looked at the black ghost beside Lu Jiajing. Finally, everything calmed down, and the red eyes dimmed and turned into a dead gray. 

The black ghost walked up to it, stroked its forehead, and then it closed the eyes of the giant snow monster by lowering its huge eyelids. 

Lu Jiajing looked at the skinny kid without saying a word. 

Along the way, they passed through many scenes, as if they were traveling through a lost ancient civilization, with ruins and dilapidated wells everywhere. 

The buildings here are extremely tall, large enough to accommodate the equally huge snow monsters to come and go freely. 

There are many snow monsters living in the city. They seem to have been suppressed for thousands of years and are silent, or have long forgotten their language. 

These huge snow monsters were like walking corpses. They moved slowly and their eyes were dull. They didn't even notice Lu Jiajing and the black ghost passing by. 

Corpses would fall from the sky from time to time, some were from snow monsters, and some were from those "gods". 

When the bodies fell to the ground, the snow monsters rushed over and tore their flesh, not caring at all whether they were the same kind or not. 

I don't know when the snow started to fall from the sky, and the dark city walls were covered with snowflakes, making it look clearly black and white. 

The snow piled up densely and finely, and it seemed that it would never melt, so there were only two colors left between heaven and earth. 

It's like a crude ink painting. 

A young snow monster rolled out from the tall door and rolled to Lu Jiajing's feet. 

She looked down and saw that the little snow monster was dirty, like a snowball covered in mud. 

It raised its head, but its blood-red pupils were clear, without any killing intent. 

It struggled to wave its paws, turned itself over, and lay face down on the ground, then slowly crawled towards the door. 

A moment later, there was another snap, and the snow monster flew out again, falling to the ground helplessly, struggling timidly. 

Lu Jiajing glanced at the black ghost and expressed his confusion. 

The little ghost said: "The Snow Country is just another human world. The snow monsters here will become fewer and fewer until they are all killed by the immortals in the sky. The growth of a snow monster requires a lot of resources. And those monsters with weak constitutions will have to be abandoned." 

The little ghost glanced at the snow monster. There was no expression on his dark face, but he could hear the mockery in it. 

Lu Jiajing was still puzzled: "Is this the snow country in the southwest?" 

"We are still in the North Region. This is the scene in the mural." The little ghost said, "Those people destroyed the Snow Country, but they didn't want to kill them all, so they left this mural behind." 

"In other words, this mural is a small world that seals your tribe. And those gods in the sky are the means used by the mural to suppress you?" 

The little ghost nodded, "So you need to save them. If you can do it, you will be the new king of this country." 

Lu Jiajing shook her head: "I'm not interested." 

The black ghost continued to walk forward. 

Lu Jiajing stopped and asked, "What do you want to do by showing me so many things?" 

Before this, they passed through the uninhabited glacier snowfield and the border town of the snow country. Most of the snow monsters there were old and weak, with cloudy eyes and slow movements, just waiting for death to come. The further they walked, the more snow monsters there were. Although they were much stronger, they could still feel the dead atmosphere. 

A civilization goes from prosperity to decline, and its thousand-year-long road to destruction always makes people sigh and lament. 

Lu Jiajing is also a human being, so it is impossible for her not to have ripples in her heart. 

She glanced at the slowly crawling snow monster, and the wind and snow were reflected in her clear pupils, making it hard to tell its expression. 

They continued to move forward until they came to a huge pit. 

The deep pit was in the center of the Snow Country and was very large, even larger than the area of ​​all the other towns in the Snow Country combined. 

The little ghost looked at the huge pit and suddenly became quiet. 

The only sound between heaven and earth was the sound of falling snow. 

Lu Jiajing looked at the huge deep pit, and a red building could be vaguely seen in the center of the pit. 

In the dark and snowy weather, countless stories emerged in her mind, and she soon understood what this deep pit was. 

According to legend, the Snow Country was born because a huge meteorite fell on the southwest border, and life was born in that desolate and cold snowy land. People did not take it seriously at first. 

But within just a hundred years, they grew stronger, even developed intelligence, and built cities. 

Thus began a war that lasted for more than a hundred years. 

That war was extremely brutal. The human dynasty was the most important force in it, and the always mysterious Floating Island and Lost Day City also participated in it. 

Eventually, King Shura was killed, the Snow Country was destroyed, and while the old dynasty was recuperating, the Xuanyuan clan sent troops to usurp the throne, and blood and bones paved the way for the new dynasty. 

Even though this was just a phantom in the illusion, looking at the huge, miraculous pit, Lu Jiajing was still shocked. 

They walked through the gullies in the deep pit and came to the royal palace at the bottom, which was the Shura Palace. 

This was the real Shura Palace, and its size and structure were almost identical to the one I had seen in the desert before, except that it was empty, with no stone statues or coal guarding it, but instead filled with scattered snowflakes. 

The red bricks and tiles occasionally exposed are like rust peeling off over the years. 

The little ghost walked into the Shura Palace. 

Lu Jiajing stopped at the palace gate and watched the little ghost's footsteps as he entered the palace. 

It turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." Lu Jiajing whispered. Then she walked into the palace. 

Just like in an ordinary household, the door is ajar and can be opened with a gentle push. 

They moved forward without any hindrance. 

They stopped at the palace. 

On the long sacred path and steps was a throne as heavy and sacred as black jade, and on the throne was a dry white bone. 

The white bone was wearing armor that was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and in front of him was a sword. 

The little ghost looked at the bones, and Lu Jiajing looked at the sword. 

The little ghost was about to say something when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. 

Lu Jiajing pointed her middle finger at the back of his neck. There was an inch of space between her middle finger and his neck, where a small lotus flower was blooming. 

"Guest, what's wrong?" The little ghost remained calm. 

Lu Jiajing asked indifferently: "Have you started paying attention to me since I arrived in the Northern Territory?" 

The little ghost repeated his answer when he first met her: "I have never left here." 

Lu Jiajing remained indifferent: "I once asked you how to leave, and you said you had never left. Although you told the truth, you avoided my question. Never leaving doesn't mean you don't know how to leave." 

The little ghost was silent for a moment: "When you save the Snow Country, I will naturally send you away." 

The ghost's body stiffened, and the back of its neck became even colder, as if a thorn was pressing against it, ready to pierce its skin and cut off its head at any time. 

Lu Jiajing said: "If I am not mistaken, the previous illusion arrangement, the seemingly strange ancient city, is actually intended to confuse the visitors. Although it is difficult, as long as the illusion is broken, we can leave. Because the builders do not want people who stray here to discover the secret of Shura City. This is the biggest secret of the ancient city." 

The little ghost sighed softly: "So you already knew it." 

Along the way, Lu Jiajing always followed the little ghost, seemingly without a strong opinion, following him all the way, seemingly without a strong opinion, but it turned out that she had already known it in her heart. 

The little ghost asked: "Then why did you follow me in?" 

"Because I have already confirmed that I can leave at any time." A blue lotus flower burst out from her forehead and appeared in front of her. 

This should be an extremely ordinary blue lotus, but in this world, it has an indescribable sense of abruptness. 

The little ghost couldn't turn around to see the lotus, but he could already sense the mysterious aura emanating from it. 

After a long while, the little ghost said sincerely: "Great." 

It continued: "But I still don't understand why you followed me here? Could it be..." 

Lu Jiajing looked at the sword stuck in the bones and said indifferently: "Well, I came here for the 'ancient times'." 

According to legend, the sword of King Shura is named 'Ancient'. 

The name is very ancient and sharp. 

The little ghost said slowly: "If you save the Snow Country, the ancient times will naturally be given to you as a gift." 

Lu Jiajing remained calm. She had withdrawn her fingers, but Xuelian was still pressing against its neck. She walked past its side and slowly walked towards the throne. 

The dark blue long hair is as smooth as satin, swaying slowly at the waist. 

The walls were old and the floor tiles were rusty. She kept walking along the sacred path and saw the dead bones in front of it. 

She gently stretched out her hand, her hands were delicate and slender, her face was elegant and peaceful. 

The beauty's bones are the most ancient and beautiful. 

She grasped the hilt of the sword, her fingers twisted up one by one, and her beautiful joints slowly clasped the hilt. 

The little ghost sighed and said, "Don't waste your energy, my friend. This sword can only be pulled out by a pure and clean person, except for the Asura King." 

In its eyes, this peerless beauty had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years. Although it didn't know why her realm had fallen to this point, hundreds of years had passed so quickly, how could she remain pure and chaste? 

If you are not a virgin, you will not be able to pull out this sword no matter what. 

A slow and heavy sound slowly rang out in the room, a sound as heavy as an old cow pulling a millstone. 

The little ghost suddenly trembled all over, shocked. 

Lu Jiajing slowly pulled out the peerless ancient sword that had been silent for thousands of years. She held the sword horizontally in front of her. The bronze blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting her stunning beauty. 

The sword light was like snow, and her eyebrows and eyes looked like frost. 

She looked at the ancient sword with a deep gaze, like smoke and water. 

Lu Jiajing held the sword and folded it behind her. She looked at the skinny and tiny ghost. 

He chuckled and said, "How does it feel to have your sword changed its owner?" 

The little ghost slowly raised his head, he looked at Lu Jiajing, and suddenly became very calm: "So you know everything." 

Lu Jiajing said indifferently: "When you said you were Xueya, I had a guess in my mind. King Shura was originally the fang of the Snow Country. At that time, I secretly planted the seeds of the Lotus Heart in your body. Along the way, the Lotus Heart can reflect your truest thoughts. Especially when we passed by the main city of the Snow Country, we saw the little snow monster. At that time, your tone was mocking. But the snow lotus reflected your heart, but pity. What do you want to hide? What are you pretending? At that time, I had roughly guessed your identity, although it was incredible. The king of the Snow Country has fallen to this point. And who would have thought that the king who once led the Snow Country to rise was actually a human." 

The little ghost looked at her quietly, and said in a dry voice: "How much have you guessed?" 

Lu Jiajing said directly: "A thousand years ago, there was a secret. The master of one of the three temples on Fuyu Island disappeared mysteriously. The master was in charge of life and death. That was an extremely dangerous path, so everyone thought he was possessed by the devil because of his cultivation. But I didn't expect that the master went to the Snow Country. I don't know who this skeleton is. Maybe it's the corpse of a ghost general, or something else. But he is definitely not the Shura King. Because you are." 

The ghost's voice gradually became old: "Great. A woman like you is worthy of being the new king of the Snow Country." 

Lu Jiajing shook her head and said, "But I'm not interested." 

She drew her sword behind her and slowly walked out of the palace gate. 

The black ghost's body silently melted away under the erosion of the snow lotus. Its voice gradually became weaker and its face gradually became blurred. 

Lu Jiajing walked silently to the palace gate. There was still light snow outside the palace, and it looked cold and lonely. 

A blue lotus floated out from between the eyebrows and landed in front of the wind and snow. 

The space around him shattered, and Lu Jiajing's body shook slightly before entering the void. 

After a moment, Lu Jiajing found himself still standing there. 

Her face was pale, and she looked at the familiar palace around her, and for the first time, she showed a look of panic. 

The voice of the little ghost sounded behind him: "You are really amazing. But you have calculated everything, but you still miscalculated. You can get out smoothly anywhere in the mural with your natal lotus. But it's not possible here, because of the Shura Palace here. Although it has been silent for a thousand years, the Shura Palace still has its laws and restrictions." 

Lu Jiajing was puzzled and asked, "Then can't I just walk out of the palace?" 

The ghost's figure was already extremely thin, but its smile was so strange that it made people's heart tremble. 

"My dear, I have been preparing for a thousand years and finally I have met a woman like you. Do you think I will let you go?" 

The palace door slammed shut, but the inside of the palace became brighter. 

That is the light emitted by the bones. 

The black ghost disappeared, but the Shura King on the throne slowly stood up, the golden light in his pupils suddenly ignited, and an ancient voice echoed in the hall. 

"This is my new body that I carefully selected. What do you think? Thank you for pulling out this sword for me. Thank you for coming here and providing energy for my return." 

The golden light in the pupils above the bones gradually faded, revealing a look that only humans could have. 

He looked proudly at Lu Jiajing holding the ancient sword, and said in a low voice: "I can forgive your usurpation, because you will be the new queen of the Snow Country." 

Lu Jiajing held the ancient book tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, her black hair dancing in the wind, her gorgeous dress fluttering. 

She looked into King Shura's eyes. She hated this look because it was too familiar. Someone on the floating island had looked at her with this look before. The Third Prince had also looked at her with this look before. On the day of the trial meeting, tens of thousands of people on the stage all looked at her with this look. 

That is not lust, but animal lust. 

The volcano of desire has been stagnant for a thousand years, and the desire for rebirth has been lonely for a thousand years. How can she bear it? 

King Shura slowly stepped down from the throne and walked towards Lu Jiajing. 

This state of affairs could not last long. 

But that's enough. 

The difference in their strength was too great. After only a few rounds, Lu Jiajing's sword fell out of her hand. She leaned against the wall, and King Shura grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pressed them high against the wall. 

Some regret finally emerged between her brows. 

The Asura King put his other hand on her full and plump breasts, as if he was caressing the most precious work of art in the world. 

Lu Jiajing felt the squeeze on her chest and felt a little sad. 

Is it true that a beauty like no other can only suffer shameful abuse in the face of a more powerful force? 

Her legs suddenly clamped together, and she could feel a huge hard object rubbing gently under her waist. Her body felt cold, and she slowly closed her eyes. 

She could clearly feel her skirt being lifted up slowly, and her underwear was stolen by the black monkey when she was bathing that day, so she was now completely naked. 

She was so tempting, like a peach that was about to ripen. Anyone who saw her wanted to get her, possess her, abuse her, and leave marks on her. 

Be it the devil or God. 

... 

There are two roads in front of me, and I don't know which one leads to. 

One is springtime with blooming flowers, the other is cold and windy. 

So which one would you choose? 

The boy and girl are standing at this fork in the road. 

When the illusions of this world are broken, everything will be revealed as mountains and rivers, and appear extremely simple. 

All the city walls have disappeared, and even the ancient tower is nowhere to be found. 

In fact, both boys and girls know that although there are two roads in front of them, it seems to be a difficult choice, but no matter which one they choose, they can get out smoothly. 

"Shall we go?" the girl asked. 

The young man shook his head and said, "This is still not the truth." 

"Um?" 

Lin Xuanyan said: "I have a friend here, I can't leave." 

The girl asked, "Where is she?" 

"You want to go with me?" Lin Xuanyan said, "I have a feeling it will be very dangerous there." 

The purple-haired girl asked, "Are you afraid that I will be a burden to you?" 

"No. I just don't want to cause trouble for others." 

The purple-haired girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "I'm not afraid." 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Then you will bear the consequences at your own risk." 

After saying this, a sword energy fell from his sleeves. 

The sky is surging, the earth is roaring. 

Everything around seemed to be eclipsed. 

The purple-haired girl suddenly asked: "It's been so long, and I still don't know your name." 

They had just been running away, so neither of them had time to chat. 

"My name is Lin Xuanyan." 

"Mysterious, indescribable?" the girl asked. 

"Well, what's your name?" 

The purple-haired girl tilted her head and thought about it. She was once a saint in the Palace of the God King, with a noble status and a noble name. 

But at this moment, it was as if she was starting her life over again, so she naturally wanted to forget her past name and start over. 

"My name is Su Lingshu, Ling means bell, and Shu means special." 

Lin Xuanyan's expression remained unchanged, but waves were stirring in his heart. 

This name was not unfamiliar to him. 

Because he had seen it on the wall of the ancient tower. 

At that time, he was curious about who the owner of this name was, but he didn't expect to see him so soon. 

"Miss Su." 

"Um?" 

"Thank you." Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled. 

Su Lingshu also smiled slightly, her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents, which was indescribably beautiful.